Disclaimer: I don't own Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z! or any of its characters in these three one-shots. If I did, I would've let RRBZxPPGZ be canon and fill the anime/manga with so much of RRBZxPPGZ that it would be suffocating and just fangirl/fanboy-worthy for all fellow fangirls and fanboys out there of these pairings.
Anime/Manga: Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z!
Overall Title: Love, Hatred, and Indifference
One-Shot Title: BLUE: The Meaning of Love
Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T for Teens (13+)
Overall Pairings: RRBZ x PPGZ
One-Shot Pairing: Boomer x Miyako / Bubbles
Love, Hatred, and Indifference
Three One-Shots: RRBZ x PPGZ
BLUE: The Meaning of Love
A blonde female around the age of sixteen stared at the door of the store. Her eyes fluttered shut upon sighing for the umpteenth time that day. She adorned a light blue blouse, a blue skirt, white socks, and black dress shoes. Her light blue blouse hung loosely around her torso, hiding any hint of possible upper body curves, whereas her skirt reached to a bit over her knees. Overall, the outfit complimented both her pale skin and her light blue eyes. Her light blonde hair was even tied up in two pigtails that reached to her shoulders, adding to her beauty.
She was standing behind a simple wooden counter. On top of this counter was a register that was quite worn out. However, the store she was in had flowers in pots almost everywhere. It had just enough space to the point of where customers could come in and walk around. The door was always left open, letting out the aromas of the flowers inside of the store. Outside of the store laid flowers in pots that hung from the sign.
"Miyako."
The blonde known as Miyako turned her head around to find a dark brunette in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were a light shade of brown, but they contrasted her skin perfectly. She was narrowing her eyes at the blonde while frowning.
Despite this, Miyako asked, "Yes, ma'am?"
"You don't need to help, you know."
"But I want to, though."
Her eyes began to soften. "Miyako, don't you want to hang out with—oh, wait, what were their names, again?" There was a slight pause before she smiled and stated, "That's right! Momoko and Kaoru! Don't you want to go hang out with them? You know, go to the mall, go shopping—all of that other teenage girl stuff high school students do nowadays. Why would you bother to stay in this shop with someone like me?"
Miyako laughed softly. "Kaoru-san is grounded."
"Oh, what did that girl do this time?" The woman asked, smiling.
"She broke her skateboard."
"That's it?"
Miyako smiled even more while her eyes began to glow with amusement. "That, and she also broke one of the windows with a soccer ball."
The dark brunette began to howl with laughter. After calming down, she asked, "And Momoko?"
"She's also grounded."
"Really? What for?"
"She didn't clean her room, so she's stuck there until she cleans it, along with the rest of her house."
Chuckling, the dark brunette replied, "That's so like Momoko. Well, I hope they drop by soon. I'm going to go put the boxes of seeds in the backroom."
"Do you want me to do that?"
"No, it's fine. Besides, with a face like yours, we'll attract more customers that way," she added, smiling.
Miyako's eyes went wide. "Oh, no, I think you're mistaken."
"Miyako, you've only been helping me out for a few days and yet you're oblivious to see that boys that pass by this shop ogle at you?"
"Well, I'm aware of it, but—"
"Case closed, then!"
And without another word, the dark brunette left the blonde alone.
Miyako sighed softly to herself. In all honesty, she's been aware of the attention that she has always gotten from the opposite gender. Actually, it had always been like this, even during elementary, which was also when she had met Momoko and Kaoru. However, there was only one boy that truly won over her heart.
As Miyako began to walk out of the store, her mind began to wander off. Her thoughts led her to a messy dirty blonde haired boy that had deep cerulean eyes. Once she was outside of the store, she glanced up at one of the pots. Grabbing a watering can from indoors immediately, she began to water the flowers.
Memories began to fill her mind. Thoughts began to cloud her emotions. At once, she felt a lump in her throat, but she held it down. That was the past. She knew better than to think about it, especially out in the open. Yes, she should've known. She should've known that her love was unrequited. It was so obvious.
And yet, she refused to believe it because a small part of her hoped that it was otherwise.
A blonde male, around the age of seventeen or eighteen, was walking along the sidewalk. He wore a blue plaid and checkered button shirt that was completely open, revealing the white wife-beater he had on underneath. Of course, that also revealed his fit body to everyone that bothered to look at him, especially those of the opposite gender. He was completely oblivious to this as he stared at the cement of the sidewalk. His jeans were completely black whereas his tennis shoes were blue, matching his plaid shirt perfectly.
He blinked his blue eyes as he glanced towards the red street light. Glancing around, he found that the females near him were staring at him. He sighed softly to himself, now completely aware of the attention he was getting. Scratching his head, he stared at the red street light, inwardly hoping it would hurry and change.
At once, it did and the blonde man began to briskly walk across the street, wanting to avoid the attention of the females. He had already gotten enough when he was out of the house and smiled at all of them, but honestly, he was utterly annoyed. There were times of when he and his two elder brothers wouldn't mind the attention, but there were times of when it certainly went overboard. Unlike his brothers, though, he was less likely to snap and would simply smile at the female population to get them to go away.
He sighed upon reaching an empty street, finding that he was now able to finally enjoy some peace and quiet. As he turned around the corner of the building, he found a blonde girl outside of a flower shop, watering the flowers. Normally, he would've ignored her, especially since he wasn't in the mood of getting any more attention than he's already gotten (and even if he did, he would've smiled it off somehow), but what intrigued him was the fact that she wasn't smiling.
Instead, her face had on a sad look.
He frowned upon seeing this. Many workers in shops that he had seen usually had the girls smiling or they would have a straight face. However, it wasn't just that. Even from far away, he was able to see the amount of emotion her eyes held. Eventually, he realized that he was already right before her and somehow unconsciously walked towards her.
Clearing his throat, he watched of how the blonde girl was startled. She jumped slightly and yelped softly before turning her head around to face the man. Bowing her head slightly, she stated, "Oh, I'm sorry! May I help you?"
His eyes went wide upon seeing her eyes. He realized that her eyes were a beautiful shade of light blue, something that he also found intriguing about her.
"Miyako! Miyako, where are you?"
The blonde man raised an eyebrow once a dark brunette came out of the store. He watched of how the dark brunette's mouth dropped slightly upon seeing him before glancing at the blonde girl in amusement. His eyes then glanced over at the blonde girl, whose eyes went wide in realization and blushed furiously.
It was then that he also realized that she looked utterly cute when blushing.
"My, Miyako, I didn't know that you were busy today," the dark brunette stated while smiling.
He continued to watch the blonde girl, realizing that her name was Miyako. His eyes scanned her simple clothing, which was none other than a light blue blouse with a blue skirt. To be honest, he found this outfit to be quite attractive on her. He even began to stare at her hair, which looked quite soft. However, he snapped out of his trance once he saw that she was now responding to the dark brunette.
"You got it wrong! I-I just met this man!" Miyako replied, appearing even more flustered.
Score yet another point for the cute category.
"Really?" The dark brunette asked.
Miyako nodded in response.
"Well, then," the dark brunette began before grinning at him.
The blonde man raised an eyebrow at this and asked, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Would you be willing to hang out with her for the day?"
His eyes went wide suddenly at this before glancing at Miyako, who appeared to be even more flustered.
"B-But, I have to help—"
"Oh, hush, Miyako," the dark brunette interrupted before snatching the watering can out of the blonde's hands. Smiling, she then added, "Have a nice time, you two!" Immediately, she closed the door of the shop, making sure to flip over the sign that now said, "Closed."
He watched of how Miyako sighed in defeat and raised an eyebrow at this. "Miyako, was it?"
Her head shot up immediately and looked up at him. "Y-Yes?" At once, she blinked and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry about this. She tends to have these ideas in her head about me and boys, so—"
"Wanna get some lunch?"
He watched of how she blinked dumbly back at him. Another trait that he found to be cute.
"Excuse me?" Miyako managed to ask while blinking.
He grinned at her. "I asked if you wanted to get some lunch together."
"No, it's fine. You don't have to."
"That's all right. How about a walk around the park, then?"
Immediately, she smiled. "Yes, I'd like that."
He couldn't tear his eyes away from that smile of hers. At once, he began to think of one word that perfectly described her.
"I don't know your name, though," she stated, interrupting his thoughts.
"Boomer," he replied, smiling back. "The name's Boomer."
"Boomer-san, is it?"
He chuckled softly. "You don't need to add the honorific."
"J-Just Boomer, then?" Miyako asked, her eyes slightly wide.
The blonde man known as Boomer continued to chuckle. "Come on." He nodded his head in the other direction, smiling still at the blonde female. "The more we waste time standing here, the less daylight we get for walking around in the park."
And so, the two headed towards the park together. Once they arrived at the park, though, Boomer saw of how Miyako immediately went to go sit down on a bench. He didn't understand why, but decided not to ask. So far, during their conversation while they were walking towards the park, he found out that she was only sixteen years old. He asked why she was talking so politely with him and she replied that she grew up to be well-mannered. Of course, he didn't want to push it and ask her more about her family background.
His blue eyes stared at her face, watching of how she continued to stare at the playground that was a mere distance away. At once, he saw of her eyes clouded with such emotion. He didn't like that. Immediately, he asked, "Miyako, how long have you been working at that flower shop?"
Miyako snapped out of her trance and turned her head to face him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
He chuckled and sat down next to her. Grinning, he stated, "I asked how long you've been working at that flower shop."
"Oh, I don't work there. I simply help out."
"Is that so?"
Miyako nodded in response, but her eyes soon wandered back towards the playground of the park.
Of course, Boomer noticed this and at once, he asked, "What's so special about that playground?"
Turning her head, he noticed of how despite her smile, her eyes were saying differently. They held a hint of sadness in those light blue eyes of hers. Honestly, he wanted to know what it was that was making a girl such as her so sad, but he knew perfectly well that he shouldn't try to push his luck, especially since they had recently met.
"I had childhood memories here," Miyako replied, still smiling.
"Really?" He asked, smiling. When she nodded in response, he then asked, "Were they happy memories?"
"They were," Miyako replied as she nodded.
His eyes stared straight into hers, knowing fully well that despite what she said, that hint of sadness in her eyes was still apparent. He wanted to know. He desperately wanted to know what was making her feel so sad.
Unconsciously, he began leaning his face towards hers. He felt his breathing hitch, especially upon breathing in her sweet scent. He watched of how her eyes went wide slightly, but she didn't back away. Taking this as a positive sign, he lowered his voice and asked softly, "Then, would you mind telling me about them?"
He watched of how Miyako stared back at him with those eyes of hers and of how she simply nodded. Lowering her voice, she stated, "Shabon Freedom."
Boomer blinked a couple of times, but didn't bother to back away and waited for her to continue.
"I…met a boy here when I was young," Miyako stated softly, her eyes looking away from his face. He honestly didn't like that, but decided to let her to continue. Miyako sighed before then stating, "He and I got along well when we were young and, in a way, I fell for him."
At once, Boomer felt a lump in his throat. He cursed inwardly at this. Indeed, he was angry at the fact that the one time of when he was interested in a female (and not the other way around), she ends up having feelings for another. He bitterly thought that it was quite bitter with this turn of events.
"However," Miyako began.
At once, his eyes shot up in hope and his breathing hitched once more. By this time, he realized that Miyako had already backed away from him and was now looking at the playground. He watched of how Miyako sighed softly to herself and of how her light blue eyes held even more sadness than it did before.
She continued to stare at the ground until she finally stated, "I always knew."
There was a long pause, but he could tell. He knew that she was on the verge of crying. He felt anger towards the man that dared to hurt her like this, but made sure not to show this towards to Miyako. Sitting closer to her, he wrapped one arm around her waist, letting his hand rest at her side.
Her head immediately shot up, but her eyes gave away her true emotions.
He saw of her eyes were watery, almost to the point of where tears could come out any second. Lowering his voice, he stated softly, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. You don't need to push yourself." At once, he pulled her closer, enjoying the sweet scent that she had and rested his head on hers.
She shook her head in response and whispered, "It's fine."
There was a slight pause as he continued to embrace her, letting his head rest on hers and having his arms around her waist. Relishing her sweet scent, he began wondering if she would continue or not. He wanted to know. He truly did. However, it wasn't his place to say anything. After all, they had only just met a while ago and he was already intrigued by her. He didn't understand why he was even interested in her in the first place. He and his brothers were so used to being surrounded by females that he always felt indifferent towards them, even though he would always smile at them.
So why was it that this particular female intrigued him?
"I fell for him, but…I had always known," he heard her mutter.
At once, he pulled away, just to look at her face. He saw of how she was still looking away, not wanting to face him. He then whispered softly, "Go on."
"I always knew that it wasn't meant to be, but…I still had hope. Was it so wrong for me to hope? Was it?" By this time, he heard her voice cracking, and as if on cue, as one tear fell down, he felt a drop of water on his head. Immediately, it began to pour rain and everywhere, people started running to wherever there was shelter out of the rain, except for the two.
She quickly stood up, not facing him. He frowned at this and just as he was about to speak, she quickly stated, "I always knew that my feelings wouldn't be returned. I always knew…and yet, I couldn't help but keep hoping that he would feel otherwise."
He slowly stood up, listening to her as the downpour continued.
"All he felt for me in the end…was those for a younger sibling," he heard her mutter softly. Immediately, she whirled around, revealing the mixture of tears and rain on her face. "All I am to him is just a friend…" She shook her head quickly before adding, "No, a younger sister." She hiccuped before then stating, "Is this what it's like to be heartbroken? Because if so, I don't want to feel this way ever again!"
Before the two of them knew it, he found himself to be leaning his head towards her and just like that, the two shared a gentle kiss. His hands were on both sides of her face before they slowly traveled down to her waist. He felt of how she was desperately clinging onto his shirt, and when he pulled away, he saw of how her eyes were open with shock.
"W-What…?" She managed to say softly, raising one of her hands to touch her lips.
Slowly wiping one of her tears away, he whispered, "I may not be him, but I will say one thing. Even if he was your first love, that doesn't mean that you should stay hung up over him." Leaning in once again, he saw of how her eyes widened. He knew fully well that she was thinking that he was going to steal her lips once again. Sighing, he whispered once more, "If anything, you should be happy for him…and I want you to let me in."
"B-But we just met—"
"I don't care. I want you."
He watched of how her eyes just widened before they were on the verge of tears once more. At once, he felt guilty and just as he was going to apologize, he felt her jump towards him and of how her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head was just underneath his and he couldn't help but embrace back, wiping away her tears and kissing her lips over and over in the pouring rain.
Ever since that day, Miyako always looked happy, attracting even more males to the store. If that didn't boost business, the amount of females that a certain blue-eyed man by the name of Boomer attracted definitely did. He would always stop by and whenever he had the chance, he would always intertwine his fingers into hers, letting her know that he would always be there for her, no matter what. She would always smile back, grasping his hand even tighter before he pulled her in for a kiss.
For the two of them, their love was definitely forever and always.